002: [Location: Harvelle's Roadhouse] All this time spent in vain, wasted years, wasted gain.
All Ric had wanted was a drink.
He didn't think much about the bar he'd chosen, or it's owner, until he sat down and was confronted with the face of a woman who he'd last spoken to when he had arrived in the city. One of the few who hadn't slapped him for making inappropriate advances when he honestly couldn't control them one way or the other. Whatever had caused it was long over, but he shuddered at memory and leaned forward with his elbows resting against the bar, only looking up when he heard the snarl of an animal he couldn't see approaching.
"Do you have a dog?" Ric asked, growing uncomfortable at the way a few stools were pushed aside or knocked over by an invisible force. He twisted the ring on his finger and straightened up, focusing on the sound of the animal's movements instead of her response. Stronger than a dog. Not visible to the human eye. Approaching.
He looked up at the bartender and then scanned the room quickly, trying to find an exit that wouldn't put them directly in the animal's path. He didn't have any long-range weapons on him, nothing that would put it down unless he was right next to it. If they were going to get out, they needed to do it quickly.
Ric tensed and pushed his drink forward, getting the woman's attention once more before he mouthed the words "back door" to her and waited to see if she'd lead him in that direction. For now he'd move slow and see if it reacted. If it did, there were several things around him that he could use to put some distance between themselves and whatever was in there with him. He was worried, but he thought they had a good chance of making it to his car uninjured.
And then it moved.
He didn't think much about the bar he'd chosen, or it's owner, until he sat down and was confronted with the face of a woman who he'd last spoken to when he had arrived in the city. One of the few who hadn't slapped him for making inappropriate advances when he honestly couldn't control them one way or the other. Whatever had caused it was long over, but he shuddered at memory and leaned forward with his elbows resting against the bar, only looking up when he heard the snarl of an animal he couldn't see approaching.
"Do you have a dog?" Ric asked, growing uncomfortable at the way a few stools were pushed aside or knocked over by an invisible force. He twisted the ring on his finger and straightened up, focusing on the sound of the animal's movements instead of her response. Stronger than a dog. Not visible to the human eye. Approaching.
He looked up at the bartender and then scanned the room quickly, trying to find an exit that wouldn't put them directly in the animal's path. He didn't have any long-range weapons on him, nothing that would put it down unless he was right next to it. If they were going to get out, they needed to do it quickly.
Ric tensed and pushed his drink forward, getting the woman's attention once more before he mouthed the words "back door" to her and waited to see if she'd lead him in that direction. For now he'd move slow and see if it reacted. If it did, there were several things around him that he could use to put some distance between themselves and whatever was in there with him. He was worried, but he thought they had a good chance of making it to his car uninjured.
And then it moved.